The staff at Mom's nursing home, and many residents, have known my gender "forever." It's in their paperwork, etcetera. And I am almost always addressed correctly for my actual gender (name or greeting), regardless of my presentation. The only fly in that oatmeal seems to be the "new help". A while back, a new receptionist addressed me as a female for several weeks. I let it go, and carried on regardless... eventually someone got the problem solved, and we continue to chat a bit every day.
Some new employees have appeared over the last few weeks. And recently, while dressed in white capris, navy blue top and white slides, with my french nails and floral nail art, long hair and purse, one of them addressed me in passing as "Miss (enter my actual given name here.) Once again, I greeted her appropriately and carried on regardless. I don't mind at all!
Love these nails!
Mandy
An interesting twist on the fine line that you walk in your daily presentation. At the home you are know as a guy and your presentation is fully accepted. Those that do not know seem to tag you as a female on first pass.
ReplyDeleteThat sums it up...and I'm fine with that. Wonder what will happen if some day I show up in a skirt on Halloween (or even some other day)?
DeleteGreat job! Miss :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, hon! I never argue being interpreted as a woman!
DeleteLove your nails, too, Mandy
ReplyDeleteThe best feeling in the world is being addressed as a woman. It's always a delight to read how often you are treated as one
Sue x
Thanks, hon! And with regard to being addressed as a woman, that can - and has - changed in an instant. All it takes is someone looking to make a point. Just can't let it get you down!
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